Chapter 11 The Weight of the World

Su Yehao had already sensed something.

However, with his father standing right next to him, it would be even harder to explain if he were caught hiding Jiang Yu under the desk. Backing away wouldn't hide her.

He tried to force himself to calm down, but it was no use. He felt awkward and had to turn slightly to the side.

Jiang Yu froze on the spot.

Her lipstick was no longer smooth after being brushed by his pants. She almost spat out a series of "呸 呸 呸".

Fortunately, she also saw Su's father's feet and pressed the back of her head tightly against the wooden desk.

She couldn't move, nor could she complain about being tired.

Jiang Yu felt that she was bearing a pressure that she shouldn't have at her age.

It was simply suffocating, and her heart was racing.

…

Su's father, drunk, had his mind on other things.

Leaning on the desk, he said, "Xiao Hao, you're not young anymore. You should understand things better. Business is tough these days. Last year, we made more than two hundred million Hong Kong dollars in the first quarter, but the first three months of this year have passed, and we haven't only failed to make money, but we've also lost some. Times are hard."

Hearing this.

Su Yehao had an impulse to suddenly rise up and do what was right, even if it meant turning against his own father.

He earned more than two hundred million in three months… what a show-off!

Considering that the family's money was his money, he felt slightly more balanced.

"How much did you earn in total last year?" Su Yehao asked, seizing the opportunity.

His father sighed and replied:

"Adding everything together, the assets appreciated by one billion Hong Kong dollars, but now it's more difficult to sell houses. In the past few years, everyone was rushing to buy houses as the prices rose, but now many media outlets are saying that prices will fall. My partners also want to withdraw their shares and leave, so I don't dare to release the houses, lest I be called a failure. Once my reputation is ruined, that's the end of it. I blame myself for being too greedy before."

Taking a deep breath, he subconsciously turned to the side.

Jiang Yu's head felt like it had been hit with a wooden club, buzzing all the time.

This wealth, this strength, Su Yehao's eyes lit up as he urged, "Since you've earned so much anyway, sell them quickly at a discount. As long as the price is lower than the surrounding properties, and people feel like they can make money, they will still come to buy. There are many old and small apartments in Hong Kong. If there's a chance to exchange them for new ones, people will still buy them, right?"

"But some people have already bought houses. If we lower the price, they will definitely make a scene. Although there aren't many of them, it will be a big problem if they do. Once it's reported in the newspapers, it will be the end."

Su's father shook his head and changed the subject, saying, "Recently, I often hear you talking about our family's company. It's good that you care. Son, you've finally grown up. Be a little more restrained recently and study hard at school. I just received a call from an old friend. Many people are investigating our family, probably trying to make a move against me."

"Make a move against you?"

"It's not clear yet. There should be some action tomorrow."

After saying that, he patted his son's shoulder, hiccuped from the alcohol, and went downstairs to drink tea.

Continuing to sit there, Su Yehao was puzzled, wondering that his family wasn't listed on the stock market, didn't have any good assets, and was mainly based on real estate, which was now a time bomb. What was there to gain by attacking them?

He couldn't figure it out at all, and only thought that his father had offended someone.

Judging from what he said, he seemed to have already started thinking about cashing out. This was obviously a good thing. It seemed that scaring his father with feng shui masters had some effect.

While he was lost in thought, Jiang Yu pushed the chair away.

He saw Jiang Yu, distraught, seemingly in an out-of-body experience, silently packing her stationery and textbooks, and walking out with empty eyes.

Even when Su Yehao asked her why she was hiding, Jiang Yu turned a deaf ear and didn't answer.

Her life had turned gray…

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Yin Liuli was applying a facial mask.

The 1996 version of "Journey to the West" was playing on the TV, with subtitles, so she watched it.

The small apartment wasn't very big, but it was quite spacious for one person. It was more comfortable than the house she rented when she started her business. It had all kinds of appliances and furniture, and the bedding was new. The view from the window was also good.

Renting an apartment in this place also came with four free cleanings per month, making the living experience quite good.

Her current situation.

It wasn't the best, nor the worst. After a period of thinking and digestion, she had gradually relaxed.

Mainly because she had been worried about creditors coming to her door, finding her gambling-addicted father, and losing face in front of her neighbors, as well as the risk of being forcibly taken away to pay off debts.

Now that someone was helping with the debt problem, even though the price was high and her legs were sore.

The big stone pressing on her heart had loosened, allowing her to breathe a little.

She accidentally heard the doorbell ring.

Yin Liuli looked around for a moment, and when the doorbell rang again, she asked, "Who is it?"

"…It's me," Su Yehao said.

"…"

A liar!

He said he wouldn't come, but he still came.

Yin Liuli's panic was written on her face, but she finally opened the door as if resigned to her fate.

Su Yehao stayed in the newly rented apartment until nearly twelve o'clock.

He originally wanted to sneak home again.

Overwhelmed with fatigue, he accidentally fell asleep.

Yin Liuli, holding a water glass to replenish her fluids, was trembling and drinking until not a drop was left.

Her vision went dark, and she almost fainted.

Having been suffering from insomnia for many days in a row, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow that day.

She, too, was bearing a pressure that she shouldn't have at her age.

Her last thought before falling asleep:

One month.

She had definitely lost big time.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Su Yehao woke up at six o'clock.

Yesterday, he taught Yin Liuli many things and gave her many things.

After washing up, he woke the girl up and chatted with her briefly before going out for a morning run to rush home.

On the way.

Thinking of Yin Liuli's scared and pitiful eyes, Su Yehao felt a little strange. He thought that he was such a handsome guy, and he had squeezed out one hundred and twenty percent of his energy, so she shouldn't have suffered any losses.

He didn't think much about it.

He went home and pretended to have been home last night, just going out for exercise early in the morning.

First, he fooled the maids, then went back to his room and messed up the bed before changing his clothes with satisfaction.

The maids at home would fold the tissues into swan shapes, food and drinks were delivered, and dirty clothes could be thrown directly into the wicker basket. Every day he came home, the cups were neatly arranged, and the trash cans were emptied. This disgusting life made it difficult for Su Yehao to have the idea of moving out of his house.

No one noticed that he wasn't home at all last night.

During breakfast, Jiang Yu's eyes were haggard, and she was exceptionally silent, as if she had aged three years overnight.

In fact, Su Yehao sneaking out last night was her fault. She accidentally lit the fuse. Hormones were not something that Su Yehao could suppress if he wanted to.

During breakfast.

Su's father seriously read the newspaper, not in the mood to drink porridge.

Just like he said last night, someone had indeed taken action, finding a lot of negative reports related to Sihai International, mainly regarding the cash flow.

The articles wrote about the difficulty in settling payments for projects in Singapore, the suppliers providing building materials to the Su family might be in trouble, and that the Hong Kong properties were likely to be unfinished.

Not only were these small, unreliable newspapers, but two of the largest circulation newspapers in Hong Kong also pointed this out.

It was no coincidence that this was happening without someone pushing it behind the scenes.

After reading, he sighed.

Doing construction and real estate development, of course, wouldn't be all self-funded. He owed the building material suppliers several hundred million. Su's father had already anticipated that his phone would be ringing off the hook today, which would be difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, he never changed his cell phone, so he could pretend that his big brother phone had no signal.

The second and third mistresses obviously knew something, and only ate their food without speaking, each quieter than the other.

Only Su Yehao, occasionally looked at Jiang Yu, and kicked the girl's foot with his leg.

Jiang Yu lowered her head, almost burying her face in her rice bowl…